I couldn’t tell you what I had for dinner last night, but I remember September 11, 2001.
I have a solid and satisfying correspondence with a history professor friend in Pennsylvania. His name is Dave. We write each other about what…
It is summer, and it is sweltering. While I try to maintain a moderate body temperature, sitting in front of our oscillating fan, my mind occa…
When our boys were in their elementary years, I came to be good friends with the first school teacher, the kindergarten teacher of our son Joe…
Notice critical billboards around Eastern Washington? A group of knitters and sewers are behind some
Their hair is mostly gray, but their hats are a uniform red.
In my previous column, I considered those physical and actual things that separate humans from each other, that separate animals from humans, …
Having written in a previous column that I’m not keen on New Year’s resolutions, I begin with a confession: I am endeavoring to practice a dry…
Last month, I found myself sitting in a cancer treatment chair during a strange, liminal space in the calendar — a transitional moment when Ha…
Take a break from thoughts of the impending winter, shorter days, the dramas being played out in our homes, our communities, the country, and …
On a lovely July evening this summer, my husband and I packed a light picnic, put camp chairs in the back of the car, and made our way to ISU’…
